Little Mushroom

Even mushrooms know that these three words are not good words.

But An Zhe couldn't refute it.

He walked through the door, and the guard at the sentry box witnessed this scene, and he dared not speak out.

An Zhe understood them.

Although the position of judge is not the highest in military rank, it has the highest authority in the matter of murder, and no one wants to offend Lu Feng.

—he too.

So he said, "Thank you Colonel."

"No thanks," Lu Feng said, "Go and ask for a leave in the afternoon."

An Zhe: "...Huh?"

Lu Yan seemed to raise his eyelids casually, and said lightly, "Follow me to the lighthouse."

An Zhe: "What are you going to do?"

Lu Yan: "Dr. Ji has something to ask for you."

An Zhe doubted the authenticity of this sentence, why did Dr. Ji seek him?

For a moment, he suspected that this was the reason why Lu Feng wanted to arrest him and enter the lighthouse, but he felt that his performance in the morning was perfect, and even Seran took the initiative to speak for him.

An Zhe: "."

He suddenly realized that in Seran's eyes, he didn't seem very smart either.

But even if he is not a smart human being, he is also a rational mushroom, and going to the lighthouse is something he can only wish for.

He said: "Okay."

Lu Feng gave a faint "hmm", turned and left.

When the children were being trained by the military instructor, An Zhe sat on a bench beside them and accompanied them. When the instructor needed help—such as scoring and timing, he would be called over.

There was nothing else to do, and the office didn't have any interesting reading materials for him. He could only take a how-to guide for various weapons.

Colin did not sit with him, but sat down on a bench next to him. He went to make new friends. He was the language and literature teacher in the next class, a boy about 20 years old.

At this time, the page in An Zhe's hand explained in detail a large fighter plane named "PL1109". The base's unique independent cruise system can accurately locate the heading in the absence of a magnetic field.

——It sounds amazing, but An Zhe really has no interest in it, and even started to doze off vaguely because he didn't sleep all night.

On his right, Colin and the Chinese teacher had finished their pleasantries. They exchanged names and started chatting. The content of the conversation was blown into An Zhe's ears by the wind.

"Do you like the main city?" Colin asked.

An Zhe was keenly aware that Colin was about to start preaching again.

"Why don't you like it?" The boy said, "The main city gives us a stable life."

He also seems to be a talkative person. As soon as this sentence was finished, the next sentence continued: "We have been in the main city for a month, what do you think?"

"It's not like I like it." Colin said.

"Why?" the boy said, "I don't have to go out to die as a mercenary, something I didn't dare to think about before. I thank my mother every day for forcing me to finish three courses, although she mainly wants me to finish language And the economy, in the future, if you go to the supply station, you don’t have to go to the wild to make a living.”

Colin was silent for a while, then asked, "Where's your mother?"

"Dead in the wild." He said: "They adopted me for a few years, my father didn't come back, and she didn't come back either."

"Sorry." Colin said.

"It's okay." The boy smiled: "I'm used to it. What about you?"

"My mother was killed by the judge, and my father...he stayed in District 6 when we went to the main city."

"Sorry." The boy also said.

But the exchange of experiences with each other seems to have quickly drawn into the relationship between the two of them. After a brief silence, the boy looked at the children on the training ground, folded his arms behind his head, and sighed: "I have been in the outer city for a long time. , I forgot that we all came out of the main city when we were young."

"I remember quite clearly." Colin: "When I was five or six years old, I wanted to be a biologist. My grades were good, but I still couldn't stay in the main city."

"I still wanted to be a military officer when I was young." The boy said, "I fell down during the final assessment, and the military didn't want me."

Ke Lin said: "Fate is impermanent."

"Think about it. Our qualifications are not enough, and it will be uncomfortable even if we stay." And the boy sighed: "Staying in the main city may not be happy, I heard that some people want to organize and study human archives, but because of You are talented in mathematics, but you can only calculate ballistics in the lighthouse all your life. Think about it, you want to be a biologist, but the base thinks you are more suitable to be a linguist. How uncomfortable it is to ask you to translate documents. If it were me, I would Sudden death."

"That's why I don't like the base." Colin said, "It's like a cold-blooded machine."

"You have to think of yourself as a small part. Your genes are your model, which determines which plate you work in."

Colin smiled rarely: "You are very funny."

The boy said: "We are better at metaphor when we learn languages."

"But people are not parts. The base, under the banner of serving the interests of mankind, has been losing its human qualities."

"Otherwise, what else can we do? We can't eat the rice of the base, so we have to play some value." The boy stood up, and he looked at the children in front of him.

"I really like children." He suddenly smiled happily, and said, "I like this job so much, maybe one day, one of the children I teach will have a peerless genius who can save the world."

He turned to himself and said, "Then I have to prepare for my lessons."

An Zhe looked at him curiously, resting his chin, and then looked back at Colin.

Ke Lin didn't speak anymore, An Zhe thought, he failed to find his comrades this time.

When it was time in the outer city, Colin held up a sign that read "Against the Inquisitor".If it was in the main city, what would he raise?An Zhe thinks it might be something like "against human classification" or "we want freedom".

His thoughts gradually became confused, and he became more and more sleepy. He tried his best to concentrate on reading the military illustrated book, flipped through the fighter plane part, and then looked at the weapon part. There were bombs of different yields, uranium bombs and hydrogen bombs, which could blow a mushroom to pieces casually.But he is not afraid. Human beings are different from the things in the abyss. They are creatures with rules and rules. As long as he abides by the rules, he can live.

——He spent the whole morning like this. At noon, after the children finished training, a few cubs bumped into each other, and the other cubs felt that the training was too difficult. He whimpered.

An Zhe gently put a Band-Aid on a cub, and comforted a short-haired girl next to him who found the training too difficult: "Come on, you can become an officer after you pass the training."

The girl said: "Can't I just eliminate it?"

An Zhe: "Impossible."

He thought that even if he couldn't stay in the main city, he should train hard.Otherwise, when they grow up—if the outer city resumes operation at that time, children with poor physical fitness will not be adopted by anyone, no mercenary team is willing to take them, and they cannot be admitted to the civil service of the city office or supply station. Can go to the third basement, whether it is a boy or a girl.

He was there for a month and knew the people there were not doing well.

So he said: "You all have to train hard."

The girl hugged his arm and said, "But after becoming an officer, you have to train every day."

An Zhe stroked her hair and thought for a while: "But there are nice uniforms."

A boy looked at the soldiers on the training ground and said, "It's ugly."

"Their ranks are not high enough." An Zhe said to him seriously: "When you upgrade to...the colonel's kind, it's very nice."

"Really?" the cub asked.

"Is there someone who dresses so nicely?" asked another cub.

An Zhe: "Which one."

The cub pointed behind him.

Ann turned around.

——On the telegraph pole two or three meters away from the side and rear, leaning against a certain colonel in black uniform, so close, the cubs were not afraid of him.

Perhaps it was because, at this moment, the colonel looked at An Zhe, with a slight hint of pleasure in his slightly raised brows.

An Zhe: "."

What was said just now has probably been heard.